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“Why would I marry you again?” Anger lingers within her voice. "Don't underestimate the things that I can do," he says, grinning slyly as he turns to face Abegail. "I might marry someone the day after our divorce." Abegail Taylor has been troubled by those remarks for the past three years, and Selvin wasn't lying. The day following of their divorce, he marries someone, and when Abegail learns of it, her heart violently breaks. However, she is filled with optimism when she discovers that Selvin's mistress forged the divorce documents and that, in reality, she was still wed to Selvin Jones. Yet she swears that she’s not going to love him ever again, and she’ll make them suffer. Can she stand what she declare after Selvin’s plans and all?

He is the love of her life but also a stranger. For over a year, she remained his dutiful wife wondering if he would love her just as much as she loved him. How stupid had she been? Elodie Taylor marriage to Henry Ford was never a bed of roses but she was ready to deal with it and endure because she loved him. However fate deals her a cruel hand when he is visited by his long lost love and he returns home one day with news that she is pregnant for him. Broken by the news, Elodie decides to divorce him but Henry refuses, claiming he does not want her out of his life and so she decides to stay. She is going to be his dutiful wife and she is going to seduce him and when he has fallen irrevocably in love with her, she is going to break his heart.

Maximus Wallace, a billionaire at the age of thirty. He rose from being miserable to being the richest bachelor. At his age he thought where would he leave all his fortune. He's an orphan and he can't stay in a relationship because all the woman he dated was just after his money. So in order to prevent him from marrying a gold digger he just look for a surrogate who will carry his heir/heiress. He put out an advertisement and soon enough lots of women are flooding in front of Wallace Empire Corp. Winona Taylor, an average woman working two to three jobs to make ends meet happened to hear the advertisement of Maximus Wallace wanting a child. She suddenly look at the adorable tiny human that looks so much like him. Surrogate no more because she will bring him his heir.

In my last life, I secretly slipped a Love Potion into the cup of my destined mate, the Alpha of my pack, Jason Green. As expected, he fell in love with me. We held the grandest mate-bonding ceremony in our pack's history and became the couple everyone envied. The effects of the Love Potion would last seven years. I naively believed that it would be enough to win his true heart. But Jason's childhood friend, Lilian Foster, traded her own tongue to a black-market witch for the antidote. The moment the truth was exposed, the love in Jason's eyes turned into a hatred that pierced through the bone. He sold me to the black market as a live test subject for experiments and forced me to drink a Corrosive Spellvial. My insides rotted away, and I died from sheer pain. Now, I had regressed in time, once again holding that same bottle of Love Potion. This time, I didn't hesitate. I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it?

For five years, I was married to the heir of the Romano family, Italy's biggest crime family. Every night, he'd hold me and whisper, "Just give me an heir, and I'll give him the entire Romano empire." But I never got pregnant, and the Don's disappointment in me grew with every passing month. Until I found out my husband had been secretly swapping my folic acid for birth control pills. I was still reeling from the fury when I saw a post from his ex-girlfriend: an ultrasound photo. Her caption was sweet and smug: “Ten weeks along. Vincent said he can’t wait to meet the baby.” Seeing the flood of congratulations, my mind was made up. I found the contact info for my ex-boyfriend—the one who’d spent the last five years trying to get me back. I sent him a single text. 【Give me one month. Then I’m coming with you.】

In my third month of employment, I realized that my colleagues were calling me an old geezer behind my back. This nickname came from Wanda Stewart’s arrogant and ambitious assistant. I had hit the age of 32, but was still clinging onto the last vestiges of hope of marriage after eight long years of our relationship. I asked Wanda, “Do you know that your subordinates call me an old geezer?” She said without batting an eyelid, “That’s just the way Samuel is. He’s just a straight-talker and he’s just kidding. You’re already 32, are you seriously fussing about this?” She then chuckled, “You two are really alike.” My heart turned cold. Turns out that eight years of my youth were nothing but a joke to her. I turned to leave, resigning from my post and blocking her. Yet, the woman who was always so calm and cool started panicking. “Jansen Graham, please come back to me.”

Out of the blue, I get a call from the Department of Labor. The officer tells me they received a complaint, accusing me of gender discrimination. Apparently, my treatment of the male and female employees is extremely unequal. I'm left feeling utterly bewildered. Out of compassion for my employees, I give the female employees paid leave during their periods and pregnancy. I also give the male employees the benefit of a family support allowance. I've never discriminated against anyone because of their gender, and neither have I ever mistreated any of the employees. But then, I proceed to see the social media post that has gone viral. "A certain company gives male employees an additional allowance of a thousand dollars a month! Male and female employees are given different treatment!" Having caught on right away, I call a staff meeting and announce, "All of the company benefits have been canceled. You will only receive the basic benefits listed in your employment contract." Everyone goes up in arms.

On the night of my fifth wedding anniversary with Sebastian Gray, he lit up the entire city with fireworks for me. All our friends kept saying what a wonderful man he was—so loving, so romantic. The kind of husband every woman dreams of. At the grand finale, the fireworks burst into words that lit up the night sky: Happy Birthday, Jen. Jennifer Kingsley was Sebastian's first love, his ideal woman, the one who had always lingered in his heart. Sebastian looked at me, his expression almost sheepish. "Ah, it's Jen's birthday too. They must have mixed up the fireworks." That night, Jennifer posted on her social media: "Men are boys till the day they die, always fumbling their way through romance." She added a picture of the fireworks, along with a photo of her and Sebastian standing close under the dazzling display. I liked her post and left a comment: "From school to altar—what a touching love story. When's the wedding?"

“We’re equals, remember? And you’re the king.” He pulled her onto his lap, his right hand gripping her thigh. Their faces were so close, Violet could see the flecks of gold lingering in his irises. “To me, you’re king, Violet Bellerose.” *** Violet Bellerose lives in a jealous, elven world where everyone from royals to bounty hunters are after her unique ability to amplify magic to incredible heights. When she saves the Storm King from an assassin, Violet earns a post at his side as bodyguard, unaware they have begun to unravel each other’s secrets. Forgotten lovers, turbulent powers, and a political marriage push and pull at king and bodyguard. Their bond must strengthen to withstand court rivalries and the enemies at their borders. With only each other to lean on, they face the Blood King together and labor through every obstacle to make it to their coronation. The Elf King and His Bodyguard is created by Hayden Marlowe, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

There are two options for you to choose from: One quit your surviving job and end up in the street Or Two be in a contractual relationship with your boss for a year. This is your choice to make. The gate of hell or the gate of your struggles paths. What are your choices? Ah Lam bit on her lower lips, she shouldn't have a bash in unexpectedly, she meant no harm or even have the time to discuss what she saw with others except her bestie. But now, it seems like the gates of hell opened up to her. She has always heard of her boss's cold attitude towards his employees of course to those in high posts, not a lower post she's in. never has she met him before, this has turned into one of her nightmares, she shouldn't have bought in the documents files. He gaped at her with those devilish cold eyes and chuckle like the devil himself. "So, what's your choice?" His deep cold voice asked.